WEEK 1 -
Poetic tools and resources
English/american repositories
Spanish repositories
http://amediavoz.com/
https://ciudadseva.com/
Portuguese/brasilian repositories
http://www.poemsfromtheportuguese.org/
https://www.poetryinternationalweb.net/pi/site/country/item/11
Activity proposal
Create a short poem, a couplet, a «cento». A cento is a poem that is made from lines of other poems. It is a poetic collage. A one-line cento doesn’t exist.
My «cento» with borrowed lines from portuguese poets
Found Poetry - Blackout Poetry
OuLiPo - https://www.poetryfoundation.org/learn/glossary-terms/oulipo
Excerpt of James Huneker «Unicorns» - http://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/39116/pg39116.txt
«At his cradle poetry and music presided. He was a born tone-poet. He had also the painter's eye and the interior vision of the seer. A mystic and a realist. The practical side of his nature was shown by his easy grasp of the technics of pianoforte-playing. He had a large, muscular hand, with a formidable grip on the keyboard. Much has been said of the idealist MacDowell, but this young man, who had in his veins Scotch, Irish, and English blood, loved athletic sports; loved, like Hazlitt, a fast and furious boxing-match. The call of his soul won him for music and poetry. Otherwise he could»
An excerpt of James Joyce «Dubliners»
«Rapid motion through space elates one; so does notoriety; so does the possession of money. These were three good reasons for Jimmy’s excitement. He had been seen by many of his friends that day in the company of these Continentals. At the control Ségouin had presented him to one of the French competitors and, in answer to his confused murmur of compliment, the swarthy face of the driver had disclosed a line of shining white teeth. It was pleasant after that honour to return to the profane world of spectators amid nudges and significant looks. Then as to money—he really had a great sum under his control. Ségouin,
perhaps, would not think it a great sum but Jimmy who, in spite of temporary errors, was at heart the inheritor of solid instincts knew well with what difficulty it had been got together. This knowledge had previously kept his bills within the limits of reasonable recklessness and, if he had been so conscious of the labour latent in money when there had been question merely of some freak of the higher intelligence, how much more so now when he was about to stake the greater part of his
substance! It was a serious thing for him.»
My Poems
From my window
From my window I gaze
the tall plane trees,
the calm sea behind.
Apartments in front
blocking my view.
A neighbour seated
in her car, smoking
and mobiling.
I hate mobiles...
Paintings
Amateur paintings hanging on the wall,
unfinished ones fainting on the floor...
Beside my computer
Beside my computer
stands an empty glass,
a tourist guide to
Malta lies, alas
reminding a recent visit
to an arid brown island,
ancient history in it,
stage for Sir Walter Scott
Siege of Malta plot,
1565, a wasteland where
St. John crusaders strive
and fight the ottomans.
Tax haven at present,
Caravaggio's exile in the past.
